Nomad I'm Waiting For Wind
Forgotten eternal laws
Bespited faith is silent
Sculptures and temples
Are flown round by that time
The priest born with old sin
Nature dies inside you
Dust covered your face
Get up and wake your life
It's time to define your self
The prayer silent in walls
Whisper strokes my hair
I wipe truth through a fear
I lose with my dignity
I shut with my heart
I miss with my senses
I am
The slave of time, vagrant of destiny,
puppet in infirmity
Lost joy, great abyss, lakę of sorrow
Naked word, first dawn, eternal pain
Lost in paths of night
Looked at my time
You blaspheme so Innocent
I'm waiting for wind
And he upon the cross is silent
And cries with blood
Blood flown Innocent
I don't drink that blood
I don't eat that body
If I cry, I don't listen
If he is, I stopped to believe him
Thats you move so slowly
So precsisely consumes
My mind and my heart
I'm waiting for wind
And only blood is measure of justice
And only whisper leads to truth
Is he truth and salvation
It's so sweet to cry in dream
